[She gives a mixed cry of pain and shock, arching her back as her muscles seize up -- then her initial reaction is an old ingrained childhood strategy of be good and wait to say you're sorry, so at first, she doesn't do anything more than ride it out.]
[It's cool, it's cool, she's got this, she's moved so far past the things that frightened her as a child, it's just that hiccup before she remembers how fucking angry she is that people think they can just do these things--
The most awkward part is actually probably the angle as she tries to carve her claws into the glass and shatter it (red, red).]
[She drops, stumbling a little as her legs nearly give out, but she pushes herself up immediately, claws at the ready in an animalistic stance that's conveniently already pretty natural for her.
She gives sinking her claws into the scientist to drag him over to her a go, though maybe she's still a little too unsteady since she drew 2 blues on this one.]
What her claws dig into isn't flesh, unfortunately. In a burst of power, the man transforms into some gross, human-sized beetle demon - buzzing away from her with panic in his voice.
[She uses the claws again, this time to snag onto one of the test tubes (not, uh, terribly concerned if there's a person in it or not) and hurl it at the guards, buying herself the time she needs to try and hookshot herself up higher using whatever tubes or cables or whatever are above this lab.
The Angelo's reflexes are too quick to be stopped by some test tubes. They knock the projectiles out of the way with their lances, and home in onto her on gleaming wings.
Their lances shoot at her, powered by rocket thrusters, and pin her to the wall by her clothes.
[She wears a lot of skintight stuff so that's some precision lancing, there. She squeaks in surprise, but after realizing she's essentially unhurt, she moves on to trying to free herself -- flexing her claws into the wall she's pinned to in a bid to crumble it.
(Red, red, and that... probably needed blue again...)]
It probably badly grazed her in a bunch of places, but - at least it's not impalement, right.
Except, that might change soon...
That awful beetle buzzes up close to her, barking new orders. "Her hands, all I need are her hands f-f-for my research!" And obediently, the suits of armour grab her by the wrist and wrench them forward, in a tight metal grip.
Those claws never make it into Agnus's possession.
Because as Kohime discards the last of her calm, her logic, everything that might have kept her balanced in the face of her fear--
The claws on her hand glow, and suddenly dissolve back into light - red, all red, endlessly red, pouring into her body, her heart, burning it up in a wall of flame until it was all she could see and feel and think.
There's a tearing sound as her bones crack and grow, reshaping themselves and the muscle around them. Stronger, heartless, and hungry. She's no longer a person.
She's a demon.
And that means she's no longer confined to the tower.
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"Fascinating...! Tell me, where did you obtain such claws?"
Y'know, just questioning her as if she wasn't busy with being electrocuted.
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The most awkward part is actually probably the angle as she tries to carve her claws into the glass and shatter it (red, red).]
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"Wh-wh-what?! Impossible! That glass was built to withstand a blow from pureblooded demons!!"
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She gives sinking her claws into the scientist to drag him over to her a go, though maybe she's still a little too unsteady since she drew 2 blues on this one.]
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"H-h-how DARE you lay hands on me!"
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that definitely catches her off-guard]
[But rather than follow him, after a moment of alarmed tail lashing, she sweeps the room looking for exits.]
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Armour that comes to life when the beetle-man shrieks, "Angelos! Protect me!"
They begin to hover off the ground on armoured wings, readying their lances.
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[She uses the claws again, this time to snag onto one of the test tubes (not, uh, terribly concerned if there's a person in it or not) and hurl it at the guards, buying herself the time she needs to try and hookshot herself up higher using whatever tubes or cables or whatever are above this lab.
(Red, red).]
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The Angelo's reflexes are too quick to be stopped by some test tubes. They knock the projectiles out of the way with their lances, and home in onto her on gleaming wings.
Their lances shoot at her, powered by rocket thrusters, and pin her to the wall by her clothes.
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(Red, red, and that... probably needed blue again...)]
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Except, that might change soon...
That awful beetle buzzes up close to her, barking new orders. "Her hands, all I need are her hands f-f-for my research!" And obediently, the suits of armour grab her by the wrist and wrench them forward, in a tight metal grip.
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oh.
In more of a blind panic than anything, she wrenches her hands and extends the claws with a shriek.]
––Get off me. . .!
(Blue, red.)
Red = 6, Blue = 0!]
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Because as Kohime discards the last of her calm, her logic, everything that might have kept her balanced in the face of her fear--
The claws on her hand glow, and suddenly dissolve back into light - red, all red, endlessly red, pouring into her body, her heart, burning it up in a wall of flame until it was all she could see and feel and think.
There's a tearing sound as her bones crack and grow, reshaping themselves and the muscle around them. Stronger, heartless, and hungry. She's no longer a person.
She's a demon.
And that means she's no longer confined to the tower.
Hunt?